[Intro]
Frrah frrah
Frrah frrah
Nah Harry you buggin’
Nah Harry you buggin’
Uh, huh
Fuck wit’ us
Pourin’ the drink in my double cup
Circlin’, they know what’s up wit’ us
Oppers be hoppin’ and shit like it’s double dutch
I’m on a mission tryna get my numbers up
Why you dissin’ me? Go pick your brother up
Fucked up head you got a lot of other stuff
Don’t worry ‘bout
[Chorus]
Frrah
Can’t nobody fuck wit’ us
Pourin’ the drink in my double cup
Circlin’, they know what’s up wit’ us
Oppers be hoppin’ and shit like it’s double dutch
I’m on a mission tryna get my numbers up
Why you dissin’ me? Go pick your brother up
Fucked up head you got a lot of other stuff to worry 'bout, so don’t make it up wit’ us
If it’s opps in the spot then we fuck it up
Don’t got the knock in the spot then we knuckle up
Niggas know, homie took a punch from us
If we had it would’ve took a slug from us
And y’all don’t wanna talk about bitches, cuzzy had his dick in her mouth and you cuffin’ her
And the same niggas always duck from us
Blitzin’ they block they don’t know where it’s comin’ from, frrah
[Verse]
Look, waitin’ ‘til the sun is up
Tryna catch one of them runner ups
Everybody know how the Troopers react so you can come blitz through side if you dumb enough
Op-opp thot tryna have fun wit’ her, then pass her off to the guys when I’m done wit’ her
Call her the big LT that’s the cover up
We got her feelin’ like she really one of them, frrah
Then she set the drop in a minute
Pop out the cut, clap it up and get missin’
Head pop, guess that’s a completed mission
Back to the plan gotta run up that chicken
Nunnie got baby ooty, I got Smithen
Digi got extra only for assistance
If you ain’t on that timin’ keep your distance
Ain’t no time to play the clock is tickin’, frrah
[Chorus]
Can’t nobody fuck wit’ us
Pourin’ the drink in my double cup
Circlin’, they know what’s up wit’ us
Oppers be hoppin’ and shit like it’s double dutch
I’m on a mission tryna get my numbers up
Why you dissin’ me? Go pick your brother up
Fucked up head you got a lot of other stuff to worry 'bout, so don’t make it up wit’ us
If it’s opps in the spot then we fuck it up
Don’t got the knock in the spot then we knuckle up
Niggas know, homie took a punch from us
If we had it would’ve took a slug from us
And y’all don’t wanna talk about bitches, cuzzy had his dick in her mouth and you cuffin’ her
And the same niggas always duck from us
Blitzin’ they block they don’t know where it’s comin’ from, frrah
[Outro]
Free the Tz on bro grave
Long live my Tz, nigga, long live my guys
Know how I’m comin’
Free the Troopers
Circlin’ was written by Kay Glizz.
Circlin’ was produced by Harry Porter & MAR EBK.